She was the one with boundary lines like fortresses. She was the one who padded their contract with sexual barricades. And she was the one who’d restricted their relationship to the point that she’d tied them both up in its strings. Not him. But the mere thought of his cock being inside somebody else—man or woman—had been a poison in her gut, a bitter pill tainting her mouth. She’d never asked because she couldn’t bear his answer.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
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